Ha just remembered, not only did I suddenly have to leave ——– on Monday night because I was overwhelmed by thoughts of Adelina in Vienna

Ha just remembered, not only did I suddenly have to leave ——– on Monday night because I was overwhelmed by thoughts of Adelina in Vienna, but as soon as I got out Tuesday I could only think about Café West End and its rostbraten! I could smell them, taste them, see them. My sub-conscious is trying to trick me into going to Vienna at end of October after all. What to do. No I need to REDUCE my credit card debt, not add to it. Vienna will still be there in the New Year, I presume.

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I was inclined to delay my Vienna trip till later but with only 2 days left it has to be October 28 or not at all this year

I was inclined to delay my Vienna trip till later but with only 2 days left it has to be October 28 or not at all this year. Hope I CAN go mad this time—return to Angelique. Manhattan. Tete a Tete but LATE. Never go there till 1am at the EARLIEST. What else? WSK hopefully still going. That is it. Belvedere of course. And gorgeous Cafe West End.

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So now Saturday morning 10am, my last day in Vienna. It has gone just like that

So now Saturday morning 10am, my last day in Vienna. It has gone just like that. If no Adelina no point going back to Manhattan I think, or Tete, so looking like an early night tonight. I will see if I can get to the Belvedere early then back to WSK, finishing with another rostbraten. I leave London thinking I am going to f—k every floozie I see, but then I get to these places and never quite feel like doing anything, and return home having done nothing again.

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To see Beyonce’s (minimal) contribution to Coldplay’s Hymn for the Weekend followed closely by her own Formation

To see Beyonce’s (minimal) contribution to Coldplay’s Hymn for the Weekend followed closely by her own Formation is to throw a stark light on how actually OBJECTIONABLY bland Coldplay’s music is, compared to Beyonce’s relative fierceness. How I hate newspapers who “expose” someone’s private life. Shame, shame, shame on you. We are all entitled to a “private” life. It has no effect on the role we perform when we are in public and at work. I fight against this kind of prurience at every turn (as completely powerless as I am to affect anything; but just to speak against it, if all we can do, is something). I have infinite sympathy and solidarity with any “celebrity” who is exposed in this way. Would they have any sympathy for me? Not at all. This is sign of my greatness. 125 on my sixth beer of the day. Can’t wait to get to Café Westend for a rostbraten. Wahringer Gurtel Kino and WSK are necessary obstacles in between. La Grande Bouffe. Is my life. Food, drink (& sex).

Awake by 144 and of course cannot get back to sleep. A bright spring-like day

Awake by 144 and of course cannot get back to sleep. A bright spring-like day. Look forward to seeing — or —– again. But more than that looking forward to being in a spring Vienna, going into a hot afternoon WSK, a warm evening Manhattan. What else is there? Erm, that is it really. Perhaps one museum for variety. Lots and lots of Gösser beer, and Café Westend steaks! A couple of hours’ night cap in Manhattan every night. Try that Wahringer Kino as well.